Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.